Coco

A room lit by one lamp, 
shoes next to a wireframe bed; 
an artist's home where art and time have made their stamp. 
A room lit by one lamp 
where the cozy gloom clamps 

I felt pretty this morning, and

Danced around the room to

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

In my skirt and polo, and

Tried to brush my hair while still

sky turns light grey

leaves scattered all astray

flannels on and hoods up

pumpkin flavors fill my cup

sound of raindrops pitter patter

autumn air is all that matters

leaves let go

each one a page ripped out of summer's book

each one a memory that hasn't been remembered since 1969

each one a fragment of what was 

why care? they say.

A glowing tree appeared in his backyard. Its roots curled in the dirt, grounding itself and claiming the earth. The bark shimmered faintly in the light, a beautiful light taupe color, reflecting the sun covered by a thin layer of clouds.